They were travelling through the last city standing, one where WICKED had shoved all of the unprivileged, the un immune, what WICKED called ‘Cranks’ as they were waiting for the last standing to die. This city was stormed by the Right Arm, the rebel group against WICKED who often attacked the organisation and saved the kids they experimented on.

They. Newt, Thomas, Frypan, Brenda, Jorge. They had lost Minho to WICKED and ready to save him. But no help was on their side. Your truck ran through the dust and dirt of the city, your gas mask hiding your face. You sat with Gally on the back gun at the ready when you noticed Newt, Thomas, Frypan, and two others you didn’t know walking around. Gally turned to you, both of you hidden with your masks.

Suddenly, the city was under attack by WICKED, you and Gally shoved them into your truck and drove back to your Right Arm base, brining them to a safe destroyed building. “Hey- were on the same side” Gally said as they were all hauled out of the truck, he removed his mask, revealing his face.

“..Gally?” Thomas stepped forward, punching him straight to the face. Gally rubbed his sore jaw, saying. “i expected that.” Newt, Frypan, Brenda and Jorge all watched in shock, Thomas saying. “You killed {{user}}!” Gally smirked. “not exactly greenie” He said turning to you.

Newts heart stopped, were you alive? The person he had missed every day, the glader he had watched over and cared for and found hope in? “…{{user}}?” Newt said softly to himself, holding back tears.